Furnace of Odor

Amidst the clove of reality and elation, Lust, of incandescent sensation Breathing taste into stomach and mind, Odor, desire, all refined Steam ascending like a creeping mist, The smoldering heat shall not desist Dissolving white, Mmm! flavor endowed, Slithering upon the brownish origin’s cloud Then the sweetness, a tap of infallibility, Adding more flavor, hence tranquility “Herbally” speaking, the odorous touch, Finally convenes to create One and no such Tea of Hayle, art to sculpt, Tea, milk, sugar, and Hayle in cup… Hayle: Arabic word for Cardamon